Eliza Tachiarai Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nagoya

Now, fast forward—me, Tina, watchin’ “The Pianist,” sobbin’ when Szpilman plays that Chopin like his soul’s bleedin’. “What is it? What’s the matter?” his sister asks, and I’m yellin’ at the screen, “Life’s a whore, that’s what!” ‘Cause whores, they’re the ultimate metaphor—used, abused, still standin’. I’m typin’ this so fast, prolly fucked up “metaphor” back there—meh, who cares? You get it. They’re scrappy, like Szpilman hidin’ in rubble. Love that grit, makes me happy—tough bitches win.

The Light of Yoshitsune and the Shadowy Kagetoki

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First off, I hit up the local market on Kawasaki Street. It’s usually buzzing with life. Fresh veggies, fish, and all that good stuff. But today? It was like a ghost town. I’m like, “Where’s everyone at?” Turns out, there was some festival or something. I mean, c’mon, I just wanted some fresh greens!

Deadly floods, mudslides bring southwestern Japan to a halt